Daddy Blogging Wednesday/Thursday

WOW...it is Thursday and I did not post yesterday or last Wednesday. What was I thinking? I hope I have not let down my couple followers :)

My life truly changed when we found out we were pregnant. Going through IVF was very trying, but the reward was so great. I was so excited to have a child of my own and could not wait until the day that I got to hold him. Little did I know how great the love would be, even in-utero. Everyone who had a child of their own always told me that it is hard to explain and it is. It has brought me a happiness that I have never experienced. I was driving to work this morning and watched a couple middle school children walking to school. They had their head down and did not look happy. That used to be me. I had a moment after watching them where I realized how extremely happy I am and how much I love my life. I walk around with my head held high, shoulders back and with a new lease on life...all thanks to Peyton & his wonderful mommy/my wonderful wife. It melts my heart when I watch them together (although we are approaching the terrible two's and there are times that...well...don't melt my heart). The love that the two of them share is different than the love that he and I share. He has a special bond with her and she is amazing. A couple days ago we were on the road and he was exhausted. He was trying to keep himself awake and was being very fussy. She reached back and gently rubbed his leg. He stopped being fussy and just sat in his carseat. If she stopped, he would be fussy again. That would only work with Amy. She has the magic touch with him (she is like SuperMommy and sometimes it frustrates me because I want to be able to employ my superpowers to calm him down, get him to sleep, etc). That is not to say that he does not love me. He does. He loves when I come home from work. He gives me big hugs and kisses. We roll around, tickle each other, etc. like fathers and sons do. I still rock him to sleep and I cannot let go of that (so now you can think back to the posts about him not sleeping and it kind of makes sense, but oh well...it's just me being a daddy to a son who gets rocked to sleep and gets to sleep in our bed if he wants and I am fine with that (i think). Last night I rocked him and put him in his crib. He was awake in the crib, but was laying perfectly still so i thought he was asleep...until I started to move towards the door and then I hear in the sweet little tired voice..."Dada". He does love me and he loves his Mommy, but those loves are different in character. I am good with however he wants to love us as long as he loves us. I certainly love him and always will. He is an amazing little boy and I am so happy that he came into my life and made me who I am today.